I curled my hands into fists and kept them on the arms of my chair as I watched her turn toward the windows, looking out onto the grounds, taking a slow, deep breath.

And then, almost as if she heard the silent wish, her arms lifted, carefully removing the clip, then shaking out her hair before smoothing it with one hand.

I watched as she kicked out of her black flats, flexing her soles against the cold tile, and rolling her neck.

Her hands disappeared then, and I had no idea what they were occupied with until I saw her shirt slipping out of her skirt.

Shit.

No.

Goddamn it, I worked so hard to avoid seeing her as she put on one of her exhibitionist displays.

And there I was, trapped. There was no way to escape without her seeing me leaving.

Maybe she was just going to flash the yard, hoping someone might be around to see. Then, disappointed, pull herself together, and get back to work.

And I could go take an ice-cold shower.

But the longer I watched, the less likely that reality seemed to be.

Wynn spread her shirt, sure, but she pulled it off entirely, giving me a peek of her sloped back. I'd never thought of a back as sexy before, but hers sure as fuck was.

When her hands disappeared again, I knew it was to remove her skirt. Sure enough, they hooked into her waistband and started to pull down.

Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

A genuine striptease for her invisible audience.

My cock was rock-hard by the time her skirt slipped under her ass, showing off the plump cheeks and the barely-there strip of her black thong.

Bending forward slowly, she slipped the skirt all the way down before straightening, and stepping out of it.

She stood there for a long moment, staring off into the yard. Innocently, even, just enjoying the view.

Then, she was moving, her gaze lowered as she turned.

Fuck.

And there she was, almost entirely bare again.

It didn't matter that I'd seen her just like this before. It was a kick to the gut, to the balls.

That gentle curve to her hips, the slope of her stomach, the swells of her breasts that I'd spent far too much time imagining covering with my palms, feeling those dusky pink nipples hardening against my hands before rolling them with my fingers, twisting, pulling, and wrapping my lips around them, feeling her arch up into my mouth as my tongue circled her.

My breath felt caught in my chest as she made her way toward the pool, her gaze on the depths within. Her leg extended, allowing her toe to tease across the surface of the water. Her breath caught and held for a second before releasing.

I kept the pool just a shade cooler than complete comfort, liking the bracing sensation first thing in the morning.

Wynn's hand slid up the sides of her thighs, then hooked the strip of her thong with her fingers, slowly lowering them down.

Like she was doing it just for me.

No.

Not for me.

She didn't know I was there.

She was just taking her clothes off so she could have a quick dip, but then be able to slip back into all dry clothing.

It had nothing at all to do with me.

Carefully, she stepped out of her thong, leaving the black fabric on the tile.

I tried to keep my gaze there instead of the newly bared part of her body. It was a valiant effort, but I maybe lasted all of fifteen seconds before my eyes drifted up her thighs, then the space between.

As though she felt my gaze fixated there, Wynn extended one leg forward, testing the water again, giving me a slightly better view. Then she was lowering herself down to her knees, slipping onto her ass, then twisting her legs forward, slipping them into the water.

She sat there for a long moment, kicking her legs in the water as her hands grabbed the sides of the pool. But then she was raising one arm up over her head. Then the other, grabbing the wrist of the first, and pulling, arching herself to the side. She repeated the stretch on the other side before sliding her hands back on the tile behind her, then leaning backward, arching her chest, putting her perfect tits on display.

She stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, yet not nearly long enough, before slowly slipping forward, going down into the water, and completely hiding her body from my prying eyes.

It was a long moment of watching nothing but her profile before she raised her arms outward and leaned back. Floating. Fucking floating on the top of the water.

Which made her breasts press out to be devoured by my ravenous gaze.

One of her legs kicked gingerly as her hair spread out across the water, a golden halo that looked even softer in the water.

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